The Ivory Shroud

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The Ivory Shroud

The mist in the valley of Oakhaven did not lift; it breathed. It was a thick, pearlescent veil that tasted of salt and old stone, clinging to the jagged spires of the ancestral castle. Julian stood in the library, surrounded by leather-bound volumes of forbidden biology, his eyes bloodshot from weeks of sleepless study. He was obsessed with the "Luminous Decay," a parasitic fungus that could...

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